Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.